I watched the stats lie while the world cheered. The numbers don’t add up—but they sure tell a story. In Chicago’s South Side, where my grandma taught me to read between the lines: a 44.3% hit rate isn’t luck, it’s algorithmic erasure. And Curry? He carried a legacy no system wanted to quantify. This isn’t about talent—it’s about who got the mic. I’m not here to be a victim. I’m here to rebuild.